In praise of art. Or better yet, Art. With a capital A. Baudelaire is brilliant at evoking the very nature, the essence exuded by these named painters ouvres. An amazing array of some of the absolute greats from the history of painting. Each framed in a snapshot of just 4 lines,4 lines for each in an ethereal cloud of visceral impact. The style is pure Baudelaire, not too neat, never fussy, one can almost smell the unholy earthiness of the painters' subjects, the odor of oil paint and turpentine in the studio. And still it ascends to an ecstasy of timelessness, to fine art. The glorification of man set down in paint, or the words of great poet, transcends the lives and the petty realities of our day-to-day existence. Art makes the mean sublime.(Report)Reply